Today I found out if juice gets forgotten in a Thermos for a weekend, and then you open said juice, the thermos releases a high powered spray of the juice right into your face.
That was a fun lesson to learn the hard way. Fucking gross.
Also, being library mom isn't that much fun. I mean, I'll do it. One hour a week isn't going to kill me or anything. I just thought it would be more fun than it is. Big Kid is totally psyched about it and introduces me to his friends as "Mrs. Ashley...da missus is 'cuz she's married."
I have a super busy week coming up, which sucks for you all. Also, I candled the eggs yesterday and I think we might really have chickens in two weeks. Of course we will, since I barely worry about them and dread touching their poopy little selves (did I tell you these eggs are a little poopy? The others weren't. I read not to wash them too, so I roll them with a paper towel. Who wants poopy eggs though? They're not even blue) We'll end up with some scraggly flock of half naked necked $3 a dozen poopy egg mutt chicks. Oh joy.